Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 608 - 618: Assassin Strikes

The next day, the column team that had just finished recording the latest episode of the show was called off by the Optical and Electrical Administration.

The reason was simple, cited as being harmful to public morals, an excuse that could easily be dismissed, but it was clear to anyone who understood the situation that they must have offended some big shot.

The leaders of this satellite TV station hastily pulled strings, and finally learned the cause of the issue, after which they promptly gave up the program that had been extremely popular.

After all, their modest influence was insignificant against that individual, who was a prominent figure throughout all of Huaxia, and they didn't stand a chance.

Consequently, the director who had previously held the top position in the station thanks to the program, was suddenly transferred to a less popular one.

As for Li Mingming, from the next day on, all his announcements as well as all his movie and television drama contracts were canceled, and the company's promotion of him was completely suspended.

To put it bluntly, he was put on ice. To outsiders, it seemed unbelievable. A popular star, frozen out just like that?

A year later, Li Mingming could no longer endure the company's cold storage and took them to court, seeking to terminate their labor contract. However, a sky-high penalty fee forced him to plummet into the nadir of his life, from which he could never climb back up.

Of course, that is a story for another time. After Ye Ling came down from the Great Wall, he heaved a deep sigh and was about to leave when suddenly two women speaking in the Baowan dialect approached him.

"Handsome, could you help us take a photo? We can't manage it ourselves, thank you."

The two women were quite attractive, and many men around were envious, thinking how incredibly lucky this guy was to run into two top-grade beauties.

Ye Ling naturally nodded, took the DSLR camera, and as the women posed, at the very moment he closed one eye and pressed the shutter, the camera's lens suddenly went dark.

With a whoosh, Ye Ling who had just put down the camera, heard the faint sound of a blade cutting through the air and couldn't help but chuckle.

Trouble was afoot—the two women across from him were likely top-tier assassins from the assassin world, probably at the Innate Realm, also known as 3S-ranked killers.

With a creak, one of the female assassins' faces changed drastically. She watched as the dagger aimed for Ye Ling's heart failed to penetrate his skin; instead, the dagger bent.

"Not good, run!"

The two female assassins failed in their attack and immediately turned to flee. In their line of work, if you can't kill your target, you've got to escape, or else you risk your own life.

But would Ye Ling give them that chance?

Bang, Ye Ling moved swiftly, kicked out in a flash, and brought one of the assassins down. Then, with one hand, he picked up the unfortunate killer and chased after the other one who was running away.

Everyone around was shocked by what unfolded before them. They hadn't recovered from their surprise and didn't understand what was happening, only saw Ye Ling carrying a beautiful woman and running off out of sight.

Was this a kidnapping?

Nobody would have thought of murder, a realm completely beyond the reach of ordinary people, something no common person could imagine even in their wildest dreams.

The assassin world, the Assassin's Alliance, is the largest organization of killers worldwide, even more powerful than the former Hell's Gate. In this world, as long as you have the money, there is always an assassin willing to kill anyone.

Ye Ling, holding the female assassin, chased after the other fleeing 'little fish' with a cold laugh and quickly reached a cluster of tube houses.

Suddenly, the female assassin turned around with a dagger in hand, its blade flashing a chilling glint, radiating an intimidating chill.

"Come on, talk. Who sent you?"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, but just at that moment, suddenly with a crackling sound, the harsh echo of a gunshot burst forth, and a bullet, trailing sparks, crazily sped toward Ye Ling.

However, the next instant, with a flick of his fingers, the crazily approaching bullet was actually pinched and held firmly between two of Ye Ling's fingers.

Whoosh, a cold, hard flash passed by, and the female assassin was already charging at Ye Ling with a wind-powered dagger, the blade reaching right below Ye Ling's throat.

Far away, on the top of a balcony of a building over thirty stories high, an individual holding a sniper rifle had a face full of incredulity.

In this world, is there someone who can catch his bullet with just two fingers?

Impossible, if it were possible, then it had to be some damned TV drama, specifically one produced in the inland regions of Huaxia—like those mythical shows where a single shot could claim a head from eight hundred li away.

Yet, at that moment, this very scene was taking place right before the guy's eyes, and in his heart, a strong surge of shock and awe arose.

Down below, Ye Ling's body flashed, deftly dodging the strike of the dagger, and with a tilt of his body, his palm turned into a blade, and he struck the neck of the female assassin.

With a thud, the female assassin collapsed on the ground, and with a flick of Ye Ling's finger, the woman who she had been holding was now tightly wrapped in a cocoon of spiritual power, unable to move an inch.

Meanwhile, on a balcony not far away, the sniper who was hurrying to retrieve his gun murmured, "This can't be possible, he's not human, not human!"

"Talking about someone behind their back is a very unethical thing to do. I think you should be aware of that; so you see, I'm very angry, truly very angry."

A chilling statement caused the gunman's body to instantly break out in goosebumps, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Turning around, Ye Ling looked at the killer dripping with sweat in front of him and said with a cold smile, "Spill it, who sent you? Otherwise, I might let you experience the height of this thirty-plus-story building."

The gunman clenched his teeth, put down his beloved baby (the sniper rifle), took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, stomping fiercely with his military boots.

Hum!

His body surged forward as the gunman threw a fierce punch at Ye Ling, with great speed and ferocity!

He wanted to knock Ye Ling down with one punch. There was no choice; to escape, or at least to force Ye Ling back, just a moment would be enough.

Unfortunately for him, Ye Ling simply raised his fist and slammed it hard against the incoming gunman.

With a crack, the gunman fell to the ground, sweating profusely, his face pale, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"It seems you're hell-bent on seeking death!"

Ye Ling smiled faintly, his hand suddenly clenching, and the gunman's eyes bulged roundly; he felt as if his heart was being crushingly gripped by an invisible force.

"No! No! It was the Four Seas Gang, the Four Seas Gang of Baowan!"

The gunman hurriedly yelled out. After hearing this, Ye Ling laughed, a laugh so eerie it sent shivers down the spine: "The Four Seas Gang again, it seems you're really pushing me to slaughter your gang now!"

"I'm sorry, you probably understand it better than I do, 'root out the weeds' is the way to go."

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After finishing his words, Ye Ling's toes tapped lightly, and like an eagle, he suddenly vanished from the rooftop, while the gunman lay there with his neck twisted, already dead, devoid of breath.

No one knew when he had died, nor how he had died.